Sorcerer in a fantasy world
Chapter 103

Chapter 103: Chapter 103

I carried Làidir in my arms like a princess. It is improper to speak of a lady’s weight, for reasons both silly and terrible. So, I shall say nothing more than I succeed in the task.

She woke in a few steps and blushed red when she realised what position she was in.

"Am I heavy?"

Truth is important to ethics and knowledge seekers. Earnest and honesty is vital, but of lesser importance to lovers than love itself. It would not be loving to call her heavy, I suspected, if it was true or false that she was heavy.

I put on a soft smile, "No. You are as light and sweet as apples."

She blushed as red as the apples I compared her to.

I don’t know why I flirted. I had been annoyed with her for awhile now. Feeling forced into a relationship and fighting with her. But after actually fighting all that thinking and resentment seemed to bleed away. For some reason, having her in my arms and having won, I felt happy, proud and excited.

"You can put me down."

"Indeed I can."

But, I won’t. I liked carrying her, I enjoyed the weight of her cloyingly close compared to her usual brutish distance. She was hot, yes in looks, and her actual temperature. It was like she had a furnace in her chest and holding her close was like holding a hot summer’s day. If she wanted down, knowing her she could easily escape.

"You can leave any time, but you should rest and let me take you home."

"Okay." She said quietly.

It was the first time I was seeing a shy-like side of her. It was a new side of her, a new mask just for me. It was pleasing. Just as pleasing as her reckless boldness, a cute gap.

I reached our waiting audience.

"I won."

Morgana clasped my shoulder and patted me hard. She wore a wide smile.

"Yes, you did. Well done, my champion. The way of might means peace. How ironic."

"For sure."

We all talked a little and walked back to our hostels. I said I was taking Làidir to her room. I would be spending the rest of the day with her which was met with calm and easy acceptance.

We drew a few glances as I carried Làidir past various people. It seemed to both embarrass and please her. Not sure she decided if her embarrassment outstripped her happiness.

Well, I was indifferent to their stare. I was the most powerful person in the city. They dared to form opinions of me seemed almost laughable. Comedic at least. Not in the sense back on earth where I was an invisible existence and when seen shameful, but in the same way of a rude child judging a busy adult. An annoyance at most and if I was feeling open minded - cute.

Their attention made me feel smug, I decided. I rather enjoyed this kind of attention of been seen with a lover, in this case a soon-to-be lover. Less vital, but more satisfying than the thrill of power than my magic gave me.

Her place was quite far from the cluster of houses the rest of us refugees from Ferisdarm had been housed by the druids. Housed by the hospitality of the druids extended mainly because of me, as well as Iris as one of their own and Morgana and her prestigious royal bloodline.

We entered and she broke free of me now that she was in her one home. She gave me a brief tour.

Her room was large, wide and already stocked with wood. Rather quickly she started a roaring fire, with the smoke safely evaporating outside, warmed the room. The place spoke of her well. Solitary, stacked with a few trophies of monsters slain, and creatures hunted and impressive weapons as well. None of them came across as boastful, but rather seemed accumulations of her tireless efforts as a warrior. The ground was soft for nearly being entirely covered in animal fur, which spoke both to her lengthy hunting experience and that despite her hardness and ability to fly, right now she walked on the soft fur she had hunted and prepared herself.

We ate and drank a little. Nothing fancy just some ale she had and salted meats. I wouldn’t recommend either, but they did the job. I was more horny than hungry.

She wore a sultry sneer as she took off her armour. She undressed until all she wore was a thin piece of fine black fabric. Her thin dress covered from shoulder to knee, but was split in a v-shape showing the sides of her boobs, and did little to conceal her clearly defined muscles or the thick erect nipples protruding against the fabric.

It was almost a shame she was so muscular for if she had more body fat her impressive breasts would be bigger, but that was a shallow thought rude cast on her muscular beauty that would put any marble statue to shame.

I wasn’t ready yet.

"We should wash."

Her heat bent to the side. In a questioning sort of way.

"Together."

"Yes, please."

Okay saying please wasn’t exactly a show of strength.

She took me by the hand and led me to her bath. Together we quickly filled it with water. She was used to cold water, but I quickly got it heated. I was too used to the pleasures of hot water baths to deny them.

She took off her remaining fabric and I popped a boner.

Her pert breasts hung from her broad shoulders and wide chest, and below her washboard abs were long, lush legs. Unlike my other lovers who had shaven or groomed their hair down under, and in sharp contrast to her short, spiky hair she was bushy. I wasn’t sure if it was a matter of choice or just inexperience, but most people I knew groomed to an extent. My eyes finished drifting and eventually rested on her erect nipples. I mean her lovely, flame-like eyes.

"Sure you don’t want my help with that." She said with a laugh eyeing my swollen package.

I gently pushed her toward the bath, "Later. Wash first." I said with a blush.

We bathed in companionable conversation and hot water. We explored one anothers bodies, but unlike porn we didn’t go straight to fucking. I think she would have, but I was keen to build more slowly with Làidir.

I hadn’t actually gotten the chance to talk much with her. As slutty and fun as I had been since I came here, I had tried to spend time forming emotional connections first with my lovers.

"Why the duel? Really." I asked.

"You won’t get it."

"Still, I feel like I deserve to understand."

"I wanted to fail."

I frowned, "What?"

"I’ve been the best all my life. Sure I struggled against my parents, but only really my brother could prove any challenge and even then I was always his superior in battle. And battle is all that has ever really mattered to me. I know that ain’t right for common folk. Despite what the bards celebrate, I know most hate war. I never got it until I met the god of war."

"Oh, your parents."

She smiled, a hollow, sincere smile, "Yeah. You got it." She paused and thought and then said, "I learned that war takes away love. I knew love until I felt loss. I have my brother, but we aren’t actually that close. We are so similar, but so different. He cares about people and I just don’t. I don’t hate them, but they don’t really matter much to me. Is that wrong?"

I thought on that. Morgana and Iris would never say such a thing. One out of reason and the other emotion. Umbra might. I wouldn’t, but I could argue that caring for us was good. But not that indifference was wrong.

"I think it is very you."

"Hmm...." She said, seemingly dissatisfied with the response. Too vague.

"You are powerful, and an earnest warrior. That is what matters to you. The field of battle, not the farm field or the field where the music is playing. You are focused on what matters to you. That is great. You are in the feel of the fight. And if there is no battle then there’s training or hunting or maybe one day sports. I will show you some when we get the chance. I have the feeling you take to martial arts or a sport like American football or rugby.

She tilted her head in question, almost like a cat.

"Sorry, back to my point. You live in your body and most folks cannot come close to your wonderful body. You are so strong, passionate and yes violent. Though I have also had the privilege of seeing your cute and clumsy side."

She punched my arm, "I’m not violent."

I chose not to comment on the irony.

"No more violent than any other warrior. I have other hobbies like... hunt... no that doesn’t work."

"Làidir" I said.

"What?"

"What is so important about failing? I mean if it was terrible when you lost to Mars why did you want to go through it again."

"I didn’t not like that. Which is why. I wanted someone stronger than me. So who it make losing okay and who could stop Mars from hurting me every again. I’m afraid of him. He can be wild, but it is when he is calm and serious. War is unrelenting, unasked for and always tragic. Mars is too."

"I’m not sure I can." I said honesty. I didn’t do it to win her heart. I was honest here because it was right.

"You must."

I nodded.

"If you don’t then we are without hope. Be it tomorrow or in tens of years the Roman we control all of Albion. Eliminate those like myself or your druid girl who do not conform, entice some others and break the rest into their image. Our warriors up here in the North can match theirs so long as we fight in the marshes and hills. But against Mars himself we need you."

"I got it."

She drew me close, "I fought you. I learned about you in our fight. You have the power. You even have experience. It is skill you lack in fighting. When to strike, where to hit, where to take the blow and when to avoid or block. Give me a moon, no a moon cycle and a half, to train you and you can win against him. I believe in you."

We kissed. Her lips were the second softest part of her, the first were her eyes which in the delicate candlelight and far away from battle shone with a warmth I was only learning she had. Underneath the armour of the warrior was a surprisingly gentle person. At least when it came to me whom she recognised as a peer and soon to be lover.

She tasted of the salt of sweat and hot water. Neither were romantic, but seemed deeply personal and authentic to us and our current circumstances.

She opened up and showed emotional vulnerability and now we were kissing. I had never felt so close to her before. She was amazing, I was realising. This warrior, woman and person.

She drew closer, I shifted and felt a flash of pain up my side. I winced loudly.

"What’s wrong?" She said with clear concern.

"I’m still a little sore after all that fighting." I admitted.

"I can help you with that. Let me show you my favour."

I half smiled, "Sure." I said with a shrug unsure of what she was implying.

We withdrew from the bath, dried and she led me to her bed where she asked me to lie down on my back.

She massaged me. She touched me from head to toe and where her fingers met my flesh she like magic took the tension away. I wasn’t used to such things.

Then she started getting sexual. Teasing my nipples (which did nothing for me personally), running her fingers down my inner thigh (which did more) and treating the head of my cock gently, playfully like a joystick.

She then turned me over and ramped up the sexual teasing again. Playing with my bum, and overall stroking my body.

As I was lying on my front, the titillation of her hands, the pressure against my hardened member. I was sort of close to blowing my load and though I had won the duel if I came now then it would be losing the war.

All sense of resentment, she had smoothed out with her firm, practised touch. I was both extremely horny and utterly relaxed.

"No, I won. If I don’t get to play with your body then I’m hardly the victor."

She rolled her eyes, "Fine. You won, enjoy your reward."

I sat on the side of her bed, my legs dangling off the side with my toes grazing the ground, I told her, "Lie on your stomach."

She lay on her stomach and then looked back at me.

"Relax, lay your head down. You will feel good, I promise."

She flashed a bewitching smile that I could not resist, nodded and then rested her head on the pillows.

She laughed. I’d almost call it a giggle if she wasn’t so strong.

"What?" I asked genuinely curious as I prepared to do my best to make her feel good.

"You’re so serious. I don’t think I’ve seen you laugh."

"Is that a problem?"

I have laughed. I’ll laugh more when times are good. What was with the serious subject?

"No, it is who you are. Wound tight, caring and controlling. I always knew my lover would be powerful. I thought that meant a warrior. Brave. You are something else, Sorcerer. Closer to a druid, but you are not wiser than them. You are so very human with all the excellence. Yet you are something more and terrible. Your power, your magic is beautiful beyond reason, the earth and the sea. You are a delight and have impressed me with your wonder. I lost, and I feel like I’ve won you. Touch me, fill my senses with you, and then close me with your sex."

I gave a mock salute, a rather crude motion, and a full grin in response to her speech.

She sounded more like Morgana than her usual bullish self, but perhaps she was more knowledgeable than she let on. A creature of more driven by her impulses and with all the reasoning close to a future queen’s skill. Enough of serious thoughts. I wanted to feel her.

I wished I had lotion. Imagine the things I could do to her with maple syrup, melted chocolate, and the sweet fruits. I instead used magic to make her more sensitive, create new intense sensation and never-too-wet.

I lowered my hands to her thigh and I started massaging her sore body.

She raised her voice, the slightly twisted and her body twitched. Had I made her uncomfortable?

"You feel amazing." She said.

Her words put my worries to rest. I did wonder was it my magic or my touch that was amazing. More likely she didn’t see a difference between the two. I was magic to her, which is my reality now. It was me, memories from earth who saw myself as different from the magic.

Focus on her, not yourself, I thought.

I pressed down on her thighs, gentle at first and then more firmly judging from her rising breath and arousal she preferred the latter. I let go of her slowly.

I waited a moment. Thought and then acted.

I started again at the top of her thigh near the joint testing the pressure to provoke reactions from her. I graced my hands down her thighs sliding them to the lower joint. I get a feel for her supple flesh.

I passed from the thigh to the calf, I tickled the back of her knee getting a laugh, and when I reached the ankle, I changed course back onto the top again. There was nothing particularly sexual in my acts, but rather sensual. I pressed closer to her through massage and eventually I would kiss and then penetrate her. Perhaps that was too rigid a distinction for she was aroused, but to start with I helped her relax, enjoy the warmth and pleasure of touch.

Touching her alone was wonderful for me. She had soft skin and hard muscle, the latter similar and greater to Morgana’s. She seemed to be enjoying it as well judging by the sound of her bated breath, and the red blush of her ears and cheeks.

I wasn’t into feet myself, though I did massage the palm and sole of her feet as a matter of courtesy. Next, I rose via the firm mountains that was cupping her bum to the base of her spine.

Up to her shoulder blades, her shoulders, her arms and then down her sides. I teased her breasts, building anticipation for what was to come.

Her moans and slick arousal were all the indication I needed to know she was enjoying it,

Then, like me, she stopped me.

"Together."

"Agreed."

I explained and positioned her towards a sixty nine.

Imagining her eyes on ’wand’ ready and eager to pleasure me made me throb in anticipation.

"No more delays. You’re big and ready." She said which wasn’t exactly a flirting masterclass.

She lay ontop of me, as I was starting to realise it was her preference, and she swallowed my shaft whole till my tip grazed the back of her throat. She’d consumed my thick, meaty length and was clever enough not to graze me with her teeth. She sucked, making me shiver and squirm from the delightful sensations.

She pulled back to breathe and then she slurped on my tip. Her saliva was completely soaked and covered little me. She probed my reactions exploring my cock and judged that she had been right that my tip and glands were my most sensitive part. She swallowed my leaking pre-cum.

On my part, I could practically taste the heat coming off his ass that was all but positioned at my head. All I needed to do was lean up and I could taste her delights.

I wasn’t one to just receive. I liked taking charge too, so I eagerly attacked her cunt. As we seemed to be competing to make the other cum, I went straight to stimulating her clit while using my fingers spread like scissors to probe her depths.

I got close to bringing her to her first orgasm. I could have done it easily with a little magic, but I wanted to be more natural for her first time. Somewhat ironically I deduced if I had fingered her after the duel she would have cum quickly. But this more relaxed, intimate atmosphere wasn’t as sexually exciting for her in comparison. Sort of similar to Morgana’s battlelust.

I had only a little regret, but it was more ego. While slightly less sexually exciting, I’d found it and I hope she did to, that we had bonded emotionally far more having our first time together this way than if I had taken her like a brute on the fields of Elikilbour with people watching her humiliation and my ’conquest’ of her. I didn’t want to conquer her, I wanted her like this... at least for our first. Maybe some more exciting play down the line.

Out of my head and back to her. For a more gentle, sensual encounter like this, it seemed she could do with more stimulation.

So, I lowered my head to her pussy. I extended my tongue out and leaned down to taste her. She twisted and twitched with every little lick of my tongue. Seeing her like this drove me further made with lust. Something about my surges in magic like storms in my sea of mana energised my sexual desires, and they began when my lovers further enflamed these wants of mine.

"You’ve so beautiful."

She tried even harder to suck my cock after the compliment. She had plenty of passion if not the experience of my past partner. In a way she reminded me of my ex: earnest, clumsy and powerful. Only somewhat similar in many ways they couldn’t be far apart.

I continued to pleasure her and her hips rolled through the waves of powerful sexual sensations. I keep on her clit and start to finger her finger.

"It feels so good." She moaned.

I held back from cumming until she was ready. A feat I was only capable of because of magic. I’d become really worked up so far, while nerves, tension and stress of her first time seemed to be slowing her path of climax.

I released all over her face as she did the same to mine. I drenched her in thick strings of my white fluid that stuck to her hair, face and breast and some even hit her stomach. She licked the head of my penis cleaning me up.

The room was now thick with the smell of our sex.

She rolled over. She lay on her back and spread her thighs wide showing a valley of flesh.

"I’ll go on top later. For your first, come on top of me." I told.

I’d heard once that it was better for girls, especially their first time to go on top so they could control the penetration better. She was plenty wet, but the principle made sense in my mind.

I lifted her up. Likely one of the few who could with my mana infused strength.

She straddled me.

"Use your hand and hold it. Hold me cock. Guide it inside you. Go down as much as you feel comfortable with." I explained to her.

She followed my instructions. I had my hands on her hips, an excuse to help her, but I just wanted to hold her.

She gently lowered herself down. Until she was in me and I penetrated her. She was a virgin. I’d never slept with a virgin before. She was well lubricated after her first orgasm.

She bled, but there was minimal pain. There was little resistance to her pushing down as far as she felt pleasure in. I don’t know if it was because she was a warrior or if she was really wet and that helped, but either way she had a really amazing first time. Far less awkward than mine had been. I was happy I had been able to give that to her.

Her mind went blank with pleasure and she slammed her hip down on me with abandon. Her mind seemingly went blank with pleasure. She would cry loudly during and when I thought her noise, I’ve never known a noisier lay, had reached its max she would scream (roar?) during orgasm. She orgasmed a lot after the first. After she found a rhythm that worked for her.

It helped that I joined in with the thrusting of hips and she found even greater pleasure.

We broke the bed, one that was reinforced given her strength, with the force of our fucking. I was so shocked that as my bum hit the floor, I came deep inside her shooting stream of seamen into her womb. I could tell with magic that it would impregnate her, as due to magic, I was supernaturally fertile.

It wasn’t smart to impregnate our most powerful warrior, but I was driven by a mix of irrational desire and rational logic to have her pregnant with my child.

We kept going through most of the night. For unlike my other lovers, Làidir didn’t really tire. We eventually stopped more out of a need to bathe and mental exhaustion.

A few hours from dawn and have a quick soak we lay on blankets and fell asleep in each other’s arms.